Page 112 of His To Unravel
His mouth crashes against mine, hands gripping my waist, pressing me back against the mirrored wall. His desperation is palpable, his movements unrestrained.
I respond just as passionately, letting him take what he needs, allowing him to consume me.
The elevator ascends, both too fast and not fast enough.
A soft chime.
The doors slide open.
No words. He just grabs my hand and leads me into the penthouse.
The second the door clicks shut behind us, his fingers tangle in my hair as he fuses his mouth to mine. Each lick of his tongue is fevered and frenzied, as if he’s starving for something that only I can give him.
My back hits the door, but I barely register the impact. All I can feel ishim. He pins me against the door, his body a solid,unyielding force. He pins me with his hips, grinding against me while his lips trail down my neck. I can feel the hard line of his erection against my stomach.
I cling to him, fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back, his biceps, anywhere I can reach. A moan tears from my lips and he groans in response, hand fisting into my hair and tugging, forcing my head back to expose more of my neck.
He sucks on my hot skin as his hands slide down my body, giving my ass an appreciative squeeze before he hoists me up with ease, pinning me higher against the door. I wrap my legs around him without hesitation.
“I want you, Olivia.” Nathaniel rasps in between kisses, his hand running up one of my legs. “I want you so fucking bad, it hurts.” His fingers inch beneath my skirt.
I cradle his head between my hands, forcing his frantic gaze to meet mine. His expression is wrecked. “I’m yours Nathaniel. Only yours.” I press my lips to his forehead then pull back, watching the way his blue eyes glaze over, his breath coming fast and shallow.
“Have me,” I whisper against his lips. The same words I gave him once before, the night I finally admitted to myself that I was gone for him. I meant them then, and I mean them now. I want to belong to him as much as he wants to claim me.
His entire body trembles, as if the words struck him like a live wire. His grip tightens on me. “I need to feel you, baby.”
I barely manage a nod before his hand is sliding up my thigh, fingers pushing beneath the hem of my skirt, tracing molten lines against my skin. Slowly, he eases me back on my feet, but it still feels like I’m floating. Weightless in the haze of him.
Our kisses soften and slow, giving way to something deeper.
“Olivia,” my name leaves his lips like a prayer. “I’m going to touch you now, is that okay?”
My answer comes out in a shaky exhale. “You can do anything you want to me.”
A growl rumbles low in his chest as he slips his hand beneath my panties. “Open up for me, baby.”
I immediately spread my legs, unable to think of little else but how much I want him to touch me, to soothe the pulsing ache between my thighs. I gasp when I feel the brush of his fingertips over my clit.
“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. His fingers trace over me, finding undeniable proof of how much I want him. “You’resowet for me.”
And I am—drenched, pulsing with need, strung tight from everything we’ve felt tonight. Desire coils low in my belly, sharp and insistent,achingfor him.
His fingers are now exploring in earnest, slipping and sliding over my slick heat before coming back to play with my clit once more.
He slips two fingers inside me, curling them just right while his thumb continues its relentless rhythm over that most sensitive part of me.
I forget how to breathe.
He presses his forehead against mine. “Come for me, baby. Let me have it.” He pumps his fingers faster, making me see stars.
He doesn’t need to beg. Not when he touches me like this and looks at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. My pleasure is his for the taking, freely given, inevitable.
His fingers circle my clit mercilessly and a breathless cry flies from my lips as bliss surges through every inch of me. He holds me close as I come, pressing kisses all along my jawline until he makes it up to my earlobe, nipping at it as he murmurs praise in my ear, all while finger-fucking me against his penthouse door.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers. “So beautiful when you come.” He rewards me with kisses to my lips, each one more tender than the last.
Once my tremors subside, he withdraws his fingers. With onehand remaining firmly on my hip to steady me, he brings those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean one by one. A low groan rumbles from his chest, followed by a sharp, breathless curse.
